You were little.
A boy is not supposed to lose
his daddy so young.
I wish I could have protected you both.
Instead, I was left
holding the fragments of your broken heart
to piece them back together.
And you have,
Patience and diligence
Kindness and joy and faith
Intelligence and goodness and humility and character and humor and hope.
when anger inspires you to face injustice.
Let incredulity guide
and increase understanding.
Let hatred provoke
your actions toward peace.
Respect the resentment
that fuels your desire to change.
Listen to the voices in your heart
to sustain you,
hold you together.
You will recognize your father’s love
incorporated in you.
in your life,
a gentle confidence,
resembling his hand on your shoulder.
Your tears stop,
not because you no longer care;
You simply no longer cry.
The tears return,
and when they do, do not be discouraged.
It does not mean that you have not healed,
to the depth of the loss
and the remarkable capacity of your broken heart.